07-07-2015, 07:35 PM
Minnie.
The male mouse’s jaw hit the floor. He had spent so much time searching for a way home so that he could get back to his lady love, and all the time, she had been right here—in the Omniverse—under his nose? How long had she been here? And how in the world had she gotten here? Had Omni summoned her, too? Was she a secondary? No, she couldn’t be a secondary… who would have brought her here but him? It had to be the real Minnie.
Mickey refused to let that go so easily, though; he had been roaming around Coruscant for almost a week now, and had been parading through Camelot for a few days before that, and somehow he had missed his lady love? He supposed, then, that she had been abducted during his time on that awful island. Dante’s Abyss kept racking up negatives—not only was it a crazy murder game that challenged any sense of morality its contestants tried to uphold, but now it had distracted his attention enough that he had failed to notice his own wife roaming about the Omniverse. The bottom line: Karl Jak’s game was not one of Mickey’s favorite things.
But he couldn’t focus on that anymore—now, he finally had a purpose. He had been wandering aimlessly through Coruscant for weeks, searching for a way to find answers to his many questions about this place.
What exactly was the Omniverse? How could he get out and make it back home, to the Disney Realms? And what were these new powers that flowed through his little mouse veins? He had yet to find a single lead on any of these, but now, seeing his wife’s face flashed up on the giant television screen, he might finally have a chance.
The only problem? He had no clue where to start looking for her.
The news report continued to flash overhead, describing reports by some ladies in Camelot that their mouse friend just up and disappeared one day. To be honest, Mickey didn’t think that sounded all that weird for Minnie; she would often abscond for a few days at a time back home, to go spread her queenly hospitality throughout the kingdom. The King had always striven to be as dedicated to their subjects as his lady love. Of course, he loved them just as fervently as she did, but he found it much harder to ease into his role as ruler than she did—she just seemed born for it, to be honest. Perhaps that was why he loved her so much.
His eyes flittered back up to her picture as it reappeared on the screen; he could not keep his eyes off of her. Of course, he’d had the photograph that he had conjured at the start—and even now, his gloved fingers slipped into his pocket to touch it—but this image, splayed across a giant television in the middle of Coruscant’s Tier Four, was more than just a visual representation of the girl he had fallen for so many years ago.
This picture gave him hope. He had started to resign himself to the fact that for the foreseeable future, he would have to make a life here in the Omniverse—away from anything familiar. Seeing his Queen’s face—knowing that she was here—sparked a fire deep within him that made him think he might be able to carve out some sort of life here, with her, at least until they managed to get back to the safety of their castle.
“Like what you see?”
The mouse spun around. A few yards away, a familiar face leaned against one of Tier Four’s older-looking buildings. Mickey’s eyes narrowed a bit as he stared into the face of the silver-haired boy who he’d met very briefly before Dante’s Abyss. The boy smirked, removing the hood of his long, black robe for the first time since the mouse had met him, and straightened himself up, placing his hands in the pockets of his robe and approaching Mickey. One of the King’s gloved hand rested on his keyblade. He would not be caught unawares.
“No need for that,” the boy chuckled, “I’m not going to hurt you, little mouse.” The silver-haired boy swished his hair to one side, moving some of it out of his face. He looked a little like Riku, but something was different about him… something was off.
“How did you know I was here?” the mouse frowned, taking a few steps back just as the boy took a few steps toward him.
“Lucky guess?” the kid smiled. He laughed a little bit, and Mickey glared at him—the mouse did not find this situation very funny. “Like I said,” the taller figure shrugged, “I’m a big fan, Mr. Mouse. We all are. Good to see you’ve decided to use your real name now, too. We were hoping you might.”
Mickey’s eyes narrowed. There was no way in the world this kid could just know everything that he seemed to know about him; although, he didn’t really know if it should surprise him anymore, since it seemed everyone knew much more about him than he had first expected. From Harry Dresden’s intimate familiarity with the mouse’s early history to that ninja doctor immediately recognizing him on sight to Deadpool’s obnoxious tirades about him during their travels together, it seemed that Mickey had made himself into quite the celebrity without even realizing it. He gripped the keyblade tighter, despite the boy’s reassurances. “Who the heck even are you?” he asked, swallowing nervously.
“Oh, of course, I haven’t told you my name,” the boy realized, scolding himself for being so impolite, “My name is Xehanort.”
The male mouse’s jaw hit the floor. He had spent so much time searching for a way home so that he could get back to his lady love, and all the time, she had been right here—in the Omniverse—under his nose? How long had she been here? And how in the world had she gotten here? Had Omni summoned her, too? Was she a secondary? No, she couldn’t be a secondary… who would have brought her here but him? It had to be the real Minnie.
Mickey refused to let that go so easily, though; he had been roaming around Coruscant for almost a week now, and had been parading through Camelot for a few days before that, and somehow he had missed his lady love? He supposed, then, that she had been abducted during his time on that awful island. Dante’s Abyss kept racking up negatives—not only was it a crazy murder game that challenged any sense of morality its contestants tried to uphold, but now it had distracted his attention enough that he had failed to notice his own wife roaming about the Omniverse. The bottom line: Karl Jak’s game was not one of Mickey’s favorite things.
But he couldn’t focus on that anymore—now, he finally had a purpose. He had been wandering aimlessly through Coruscant for weeks, searching for a way to find answers to his many questions about this place.
What exactly was the Omniverse? How could he get out and make it back home, to the Disney Realms? And what were these new powers that flowed through his little mouse veins? He had yet to find a single lead on any of these, but now, seeing his wife’s face flashed up on the giant television screen, he might finally have a chance.
The only problem? He had no clue where to start looking for her.
The news report continued to flash overhead, describing reports by some ladies in Camelot that their mouse friend just up and disappeared one day. To be honest, Mickey didn’t think that sounded all that weird for Minnie; she would often abscond for a few days at a time back home, to go spread her queenly hospitality throughout the kingdom. The King had always striven to be as dedicated to their subjects as his lady love. Of course, he loved them just as fervently as she did, but he found it much harder to ease into his role as ruler than she did—she just seemed born for it, to be honest. Perhaps that was why he loved her so much.
His eyes flittered back up to her picture as it reappeared on the screen; he could not keep his eyes off of her. Of course, he’d had the photograph that he had conjured at the start—and even now, his gloved fingers slipped into his pocket to touch it—but this image, splayed across a giant television in the middle of Coruscant’s Tier Four, was more than just a visual representation of the girl he had fallen for so many years ago.
This picture gave him hope. He had started to resign himself to the fact that for the foreseeable future, he would have to make a life here in the Omniverse—away from anything familiar. Seeing his Queen’s face—knowing that she was here—sparked a fire deep within him that made him think he might be able to carve out some sort of life here, with her, at least until they managed to get back to the safety of their castle.
“Like what you see?”
The mouse spun around. A few yards away, a familiar face leaned against one of Tier Four’s older-looking buildings. Mickey’s eyes narrowed a bit as he stared into the face of the silver-haired boy who he’d met very briefly before Dante’s Abyss. The boy smirked, removing the hood of his long, black robe for the first time since the mouse had met him, and straightened himself up, placing his hands in the pockets of his robe and approaching Mickey. One of the King’s gloved hand rested on his keyblade. He would not be caught unawares.
“No need for that,” the boy chuckled, “I’m not going to hurt you, little mouse.” The silver-haired boy swished his hair to one side, moving some of it out of his face. He looked a little like Riku, but something was different about him… something was off.
“How did you know I was here?” the mouse frowned, taking a few steps back just as the boy took a few steps toward him.
“Lucky guess?” the kid smiled. He laughed a little bit, and Mickey glared at him—the mouse did not find this situation very funny. “Like I said,” the taller figure shrugged, “I’m a big fan, Mr. Mouse. We all are. Good to see you’ve decided to use your real name now, too. We were hoping you might.”
Mickey’s eyes narrowed. There was no way in the world this kid could just know everything that he seemed to know about him; although, he didn’t really know if it should surprise him anymore, since it seemed everyone knew much more about him than he had first expected. From Harry Dresden’s intimate familiarity with the mouse’s early history to that ninja doctor immediately recognizing him on sight to Deadpool’s obnoxious tirades about him during their travels together, it seemed that Mickey had made himself into quite the celebrity without even realizing it. He gripped the keyblade tighter, despite the boy’s reassurances. “Who the heck even are you?” he asked, swallowing nervously.
“Oh, of course, I haven’t told you my name,” the boy realized, scolding himself for being so impolite, “My name is Xehanort.”
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